Quick cursing warning in this chapter, a'ight? I know it's weird to do this before the chapter, but I haven't really put in curse words for the rest of the story, so just so you know...

"You!" I roared, bursting into the back room where the murderer was cornered. I wasn't sure why, but he seemed to be freaking out about something that wasn't there. He only stared ahead of him, wide-eyed and quickly mumbled faint things I couldn't make out. He didn't even realize I was there until I took a step forward and shot him an ice-cold glare.

He looked at me then his horrified expression turned to a furious one. "You little bitch!" He hissed, suddenly charging at me. I stepped aside to send him crashing into the wall, then ran up behind him and slammed my fists into his back, pinning him against the surface. I could hear a faint cracking noise as I pressed his body to the wall as forceful as I could, and while I hated to do this, I didn't stop.

He struggled and managed to turn, kicking at me hard enough to push me down. I felt no pain. But then he grabbed the axe he apparently dragged along with him after whatever it was that took him away before. He let on a creepy smile then lunged at me with the axe raised over his head. Before I could react, he brought it down on me, tearing straight through my fragile ear and almost through half of my endoskeleton.

I was surprised at his sudden strength. Before, he was still tough, but now… where was this coming from? Did he have power over me after all?

I staggered backwards, nearly tripping on my own tail. He came at me again, attempting to cut through my torso, yet I kicked at it, sending the axe hurling away and getting stuck in the wall. His smile faded. I felt a smile come to me, even though this wasn't over until he was taken care of.

I pelted at him again, throwing myself at him and slamming his body onto the ground. I grabbed his wrists and kept my foot against his back, holding him down.

"Let's see if humans can live after I break them." I growled, beginning to bend his arms the wrong way. I wasn't planning on killing, but then again, I really didn't have a plan at all. But after what this maniac put me through for years, I don't care what happens to him. I just want him to die so I can finally get out of here.

He yelled in pain, trying to squirm his way out, but he couldn't get out of this one. I held him down firmly. He couldn't escape this time, so I might as well finish it for him. I let go of his arms, and quickly moved my feet on top of both of them so I was about standing on him. It was and felt weird, but that didn't matter. I wrapped my fingers around his neck, and began to turn it all the way around.

"Stop."

What?

My anger quickly faded. I looked up; glancing around the seemingly empty room, but this wasn't empty. Four figures appeared before me, looking like small children with only one eye, and the rest of their bodies completely drowned out by their snow-white appearance. They each had a dark tear-like stain trailing down from their only eye. It was obvious at once that these were the kids stuffed into the other four robots. But weren't there five?

I stared at them, keeping the screaming murderer down and helpless, just staring at their almost transparent souls.

"Stop it."

A tiny, childish voice spoke to me. I was clearly confused.

"But he did this to all of us! Why should I stop now?" My voice was filled with rage; my fury was beginning to come back to me. I felt my tone darken.

"You're not supposed to do that."

What did this child just say? I'm not supposed to end these nightmares once and for all? What the hell?!

"Then what do you expect me to do?! Let him go and stand around here, waiting years for another chance to leave?" I knew I was getting into trouble if I questioned a child's ghost that's been here much longer than I have, but I couldn't take it anymore.

"You're not meant to do that. She is."

"Who's 'she?'"

"You'll find out if you calm down. Then we can all get out."

I realized I was practically cursed with so much hatred I was nearly breaking both the man's neck and arm. He was shouting at me both furiously and apologetically, but I knew he didn't mean it. Shut up, already, you motherfucker.

I nodded slowly and stepped away from the man, leaving him to jump to his feet and look at me with the scariest, most irritated face I've ever seen on anyone. He looked to the axe stuck in the wall and with a few tugs of effort, managed to yank it out. He turned back to me, his finger running along the blade and barely leaving a trace of blood. He started to run at me again; I stood still and did nothing, but then it happened.

A blinding light appeared at the doorway, enabling both of us to snap our attention to whatever was happening right there. Out of nowhere, a tiny child, smaller than the rest faded into sight, with an appearance holding a much thicker tear stain than the others. Its appearance resembled a very young girl who seemed to be crying eternally. I let go of the man.

He jumped away from me, throwing me a hard, cold stare. Then he remembered of the fifth ghost. Suddenly, he started freaking out even more than he was when I had walked in. The other four must've been what was scaring him so much, but for some reason, this child frightened him the most.

The ghost began to near him, slowly chasing after him as he ran throughout the room, trying to escape. She eventually cornered him; he looked back and forth frantically with nowhere else to go. Then he backed up, until he bumped into the one suit that sat in the corner and surprised me most. The suit of Springtrap.

Quickly, the man slipped into the suit with no trouble at all, and threw on the costume's head. What is this moron doing? I thought.

He laughed as he stood up, somehow showing the strange pulses of new strength that had gone through him continuously. "You little fuckers can't get me now." He laughed at them. They gave no reaction.

I took a step back. If he was a robot now, then there's a chance I might lose after all if we fought. His new power could be too much, even for him. He could easily overpower me or anyone here. He cackled hysterically, feeling powerful… until it happened.

Suddenly, a loud snap went off, and his laughter ended. Before I or anyone could do anything, dozens of drips of blood poured out of his suit. He screeched in pain, losing over half the blood in his body, and soon collapsed to the ground. He looked up weakly at the ghosts, who just vanished. It was clear that they were now free. But what about me?

The man or, Springtrap looked to me. He was a robot now, and he had misused his new power. Was I going to be stuck here forever with him? Would he eventually be able to dismantle me, or could I end his robotic life while it was still going on? Just then, a white light filled my vision. I became blind again, only this time, I couldn't feel anything at all. I dropped to my knees; my body hitting the ground loudly was the last thing I could hear.

"Is she awake?"

"I dunno. Maybe she's dead for real?"

"Of course she's dead, William! Just wait for her to not be blind anymore."

"Great way to say that, Clara."

"Stop it, okay? Look!"

My eyes fluttered open. I was surrounded by five young children, who stared at me eagerly. The first two children seemed to be twins, with brown hair and eyes, and tanned skin. The third looked a lot older than the others, and was a red-head with green eyes. The fourth was a blonde girl with pretty blue eyes. And the fifth one was a pale black-haired girl who didn't show her eyes. These were the children who were murdered, right?

"Hi!" The blonde spoke first. "My name is Emily, and that's Trevor," she pointed first to the red-head. "William and Clara," then she pointed to the twins. "And that's—"

"I'm Grace." The black-haired girl interrupted Emily. Her long and straight hair covered her eyes, masking most of her face except her pale, thin lips. "Welcome home."

I stared at the girl. What did she say? Where was I, anyway? Then, I realized that I was no longer the jet-black-colored mess of a robot, but instead a human with a bit long, messy dark brown hair that relaxed on the front of my shoulders. I was a human after all.

"Where are we?" I asked them.

"It's okay, don't worry. We're safe!" Clara squealed excitedly, jumping with energy. I looked at her confusedly.

"We're dead." Grace replied, almost emotionlessly. "After the man has been taken care of, we've all passed on, including the souls of all the other guards and humans who were stuffed into the other suits."

It was great to know everyone who died there had been finally avenged after so many decades. I took a deep breath, sitting up and stretching. The world around us was bright, so bright it was almost colorless. Warm sunlight shone on us all. It felt great.

"So we're in... heaven?" I inquired, standing up. Was this what that place was like?

"You could say that. We're somewhere safe enough to call 'heaven.' And the large numbers of other dead humans seem to have mostly gone here as well." She answered. It creeped me out a bit she knew so much. She did suffer the most torture for all those years and had the power to beat Springtrap, but did she somehow get some kind of "super knowledge" or something?

I could have asked her. I could have gotten answers. But instead, I kneeled down in front of her, and gave her a hug. She deserved it the most, anyways. I could hear a small sniffling as she proceeded to lightly place her hands around my back for a few seconds then pull away. She looked at me, tears seeming to be streaming down her cheeks. Her dark hair blocked it, though, so I couldn't see anything of her eyes.

"Thank you." She whispered, turning away. "I think we should go. All of us." She began to walk off, leaving me and only Emily behind, as the other kids followed Grace.

"I'm scared to go." She muttered. "I think my parents are still alive."

"You have them, don't you?" I asked and pointed to the other four who were already pretty far ahead. She nodded.

"I-I guess so…"

"Grace! C'mon!" The twins called to the blonde in unison.

She blinked. "Coming!" She yelled and ran after them.

I was then left alone, standing in a world of brightness. I sighed and spun around, getting ready to leave myself. I didn't deserve to die, did I? But I guess it didn't matter anymore. I was free, right?

I glanced back at the children. The animatronics they possessed in my illusions… was that them? Or was it just an illusion, like said? I don't know. I guess that didn't need to be answered anymore. Yet, this whole time, I was just so blind and determined to get out; I didn't have one clue of what was actually happening.

I had a feeling we weren't friends before. None of us were. I wasn't friends with any of them—not the toys, not the originals. They all hated me. No wonder they wouldn't help me in the illusion with the purple guy.

That couldn't have been their fault, could it? I was eventually consumed with so much hatred, that I almost wanted to kill until it was all over. So was that how they felt with me? Did they not realize this until they were freed?

Forget it. I'm stupid. I'm an idiot, but, well, a free idiot. Nothing matters anymore. But if I'm dead, then does that mean my family could be here too?

A sudden yell cut off my thoughts. I looked up in alarm, only to find a familiar figure only some feet away. I recognized him immediately. He stared ahead at me with wide, half-shocked and half-overjoyed eyes. I had the same expression. I took a step towards him, my mind buzzing with multiple questions to ask, like for one, how he died over all these years. But I didn't ask.

"You're home, Catherine."

H-Hi, anyone who still bothers to read this. Okay, so yes, this was my longest delay for a chapter, but I was reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally busy with so many summer classes and things I'm trying to work on at the same time. I apologize very much for the delay, so I tried my best to change the ending from what was intended of it to make it better than the rest of the story/chapter endings. Yes, it's very bad. But I tried. And please don't say things like "the kid in Golden Freddy isn't a girl," or "this barely fits in with the FNAF timeline," because I just randomly chose to have it that way, okay? Anyways, this is the final chapter of Awakened, so... I hope you enjoyed. SO, lemme just point out that the guy in the end is someone very close to the main character, or Catherine. I won't say who, but it's someone she's definitely familiar with. Also, her family is still alive, so he's basically all she's got. Just wanted to say that. ALRIGHT, so while I'm trying to begin my next story (which by the way, it may be a while until I put it up) I just want to say thank you for giving me positive reviews on my first story for this account. I really appreciate it~ So, I'll see you all/any of you in my second story when it gets put up, I guess... Bye!

~ThatOneObsessiveWriter